Everything around me was dark, crammed, humid and rough. My hands were clammy, sweat also pouring down my face. I tried to stand but found myself to be nearly completely restricted save for the crawl space in front of me, as though I was in some kind of tunnel.

My breathing was heavy, raspy and loud. My heart was pounding in my chest, each thump feeling like a heart attack. I winced in pain, wondering where the hell I was. Trying to scream, I found myself mute, not a single sound leaving my mouth, not even a groan.

I caught a glimpse, something far off in the distance. A tiny microscopic light. Grabbing in front of myself, I began dragging my body along. My heart continued to thump in my chest at a painful pace, making my body sweat even more.

It felt like hours... maybe days, that I was crawling through that goddess forsaken tunnel. Even so, as I kept crawling, the light kept getting brighter and brighter. Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, I simply flopped my body out, quickly regretting that action.

My body began to rag-doll down a steep incline. Every so often my body would bounce, taking flight for several moments before crashing into what felt like sharp, jagged rocks and merely continue rolling along. My skin was torn and sliced open. Several bones felt as though they were broken, and all too soon I thumped into the ground with enough force to finally relieve a cry of pain, the first vocal sound to be released from my body since the start of this whole ordeal.

“ACK! GAHH! NGHH!” I winced as I gripped my left forearm, skin torn and just dangling about in flaps, blood pouring from my wounds.

Just as I thought all was lost, my skin began to sew itself shut, the flaps of skin reforming into their proper spots. My bones began to relocate themselves into the proper manner. It was a slightly painful process but within seconds it was done and I was left gasping in a pool of my own blood.

A deathly voice spoke out. “Impressive, isn't it?” I spun on my heels to face the voice's owner. A dark pony figure stood on all fours, a jet black cloak concealed his body. I took a combat stance, ready for a fight.

He chuckled briefly, not following suit and instead pulling back on the hood of his cloak, revealing his face... err, her face. She was a stylish looking mare, reflective light gray mane with a jet black fur scheme. “Relax...” she giggled. “I'm not here to fight you. I'm an angel,” she informed me. I took a step back and she giggled further. “Don't believe me? Just watch,” she mentioned, lightly stomping her hoof.

The scenery around us suddenly changed to that of Canterlot, namely the castle. “See? This isn't really happening by most standards, it's just a dream of sorts,” she informed me and I finally relaxed, my arms falling to my sides as I let out a relieved exhale.

“So... you're an angel?” I asked. She closed her eyes and smiled brightly with her glistening white teeth, while waving with one of her front hooves.

“Mhmm,” she replied and I blinked. I held the holy necklace that was dangling around my neck. “You know, it's been some time since you've sat down and had a chat with the lord,” she informed me and I just rose a brow.

“Is that why you came here? To tell me I should pray more often?” I asked but she shook her head.

“No, I was just making mention of it. No, my business with you is far different,” she told me and I cut in.

“Okay... shoot,” I offered and she stomped her hoof, bringing us to the Ponyville library. Inside I saw Spike, Lassie and my mother dozing peacefully. After a moment of just looking, I turned to the mare. “Okay, so what's the deal?” I asked, puzzled by what her business with me could possibly be if she was showing me my family.

“Well... your life is about to change,” she told me and I rose a brow.

“Well... considering I'm from another planet, and the fact I'm one of the only humans in Equestria... I'd say my life already changed,” I replied with a chuckle and she gave me an unimpressed stare.

“Drastically,” she stated and stomped her hoof yet again. We were teleported to a field where Twilight lay on a blanket, smiling contently to herself as she looked to the tall grass of the pasture field.

Out in the field, a sprightly young colt hopped through the field, taking a moment every now and then to look around, as though searching for something. I scratched my head in thought. I hadn't saw that colt before, not even at the school... he looked to be the age group of Scootaloo and the others.

He continued to trot through the field. He stopped again after another few steps to look around, but as he did, a dark burly bipedal figure stood up behind him from the grass. Without so much as a warning, the figure grabbed the colt by the midsection and held him into the air with a roar, the colt squealing.

My face went pale for just a fraction of a second before I realized that the colt was squealing in delight. A further inspection of the figure revealed him to be human, about 6'2” and with a heavy build, though he looked quite old, in his 60s for sure. Though despite his age he looked extremely healthy and didn't seem hindered by his age. “Gotcha!” he laughed and in that moment, that single moment his voice reached my ears, I realized it. That man was me!

The colt giggled wildly. “I'm supposed to find you!” he squealed and the man, me, just nuzzled his nose against the colt's.

A voice chimed out from the grass nearby. “HA-HA, you kissed a colt!” laughed a remarkably familiar voice.

“SCOOTALOO, I SEE YOU!” The colt cheered out and there was a short pause before the voice called back.

“N-no you don't,” it replied and the colt pointed to the grass.

“Yeah, you're right there. I can see your wings!” the colt giggled. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as I watched an older version of Scootaloo stand up from the grass. She was so different than I remember her being.

Her wings were developing and nicely tucked in at her sides. Her mane was groomed slightly more like Rianbow Dash's but just a bit longer than the cyan pegasus's. Overall she looked to be in her teen years. Whipping her mane out of her sight she huffed. The older version of myself sat the colt on his shoulders.

“Aww come on, that's not even fair!” she pouted, only for another distinctly familiar voice to speak up.

“It totally counts, Chicken,” laughed a voice, the young colt calling out.

“Sweetie Belle, I see you too!” he called out and the young mare sat upright in a flash.

“No you didn't, you just heard me...” she trailed off as she realized she had revealed her position, only making the colt snicker in delight. Sweetie Belle pointed to the grass right next to her. “SPIKE'S RIGHT HERE!” she called out, followed by a laugh. I heard a voice grumble irritably.

“AWW, Sweetie Belle, why'd you do that?! He would've never found me,” Spike groaned as he sat up. My jaw nearly hit the floor as I watched the adolescent dragon stand up. He had changed so remarkably, and admirably as well.

His body was toned nicely, like it had been chiseled from stone. His biceps were nicely shaped yet not over sized. His pectoral muscles bulged beneath his chest crest and gave him a very masculine stature. Though, even so, I could still see that cute baby dragon face of his.

They were... older!

“Woah...” I whispered and the mare beside me nodded.

“You may not know it, but you make a good father,” she replied and I blinked blankly. Curiously pointing to myself the mare nodded. “Yes you. That colt on your shoulders is you son... or well, rather your son to be,” she commented and I ruffled my own hair.

“I... I ha-have a... a kid?” I asked and she nodded.

“A son to be precise, reckoning you make the appropriate choices,” she commented.

“The... what?” I asked, still baffled by what she was telling me. She sighed.

“Nothing is set in stone. The future is not written and nor does fate fully exist. Every choice you make, every decision, every action... leads to one of many possible outcomes,” she said to me. I looked back to the field where the group walked back to the picnic table where Twilight lay.

I wondered to myself what she'd think of me. “Heh... she's a grandma,” I chuckled and the mare beside me just sighed.

“Jeez... you really are messed up,” she commented and I rose a brow, but she said nothing back. I watched as all the group sat around the blanket. Twilight and my older self sat next to each other on the picnic blanket as she levitated out a basket of food.

“Here everypony, I had Pinkie make this,” she informed everyone, the young colt clapping excitedly.

“Oh boy! Aunt Pinkie makes the best food in all Equestria!” he chimed. I rose a brow. 'Aunt... Pinkie?' I wondered to myself, figuring if she was his aunt, then that must mean his mother was a sister of some sort to Pinkie.

Twilight set out paper plates for everyone along with plastic utensils. As everypony started taking portions of food, the young colt turned his nose up at something as he pretended to gag. “YECH! I hate spinach!” he commented, only to the amusement of the others.

Scootaloo laughed. “Why? It's sooOOoooo good!” she teased, taking a big mouthful and chomping it down right in front of him. The colt stuck his tongue out with disgust. His father, me, rose his brow.

“You hate spinach?” he asked and the colt nodded. “You don't even like it one bit?” he asked in a foalish tone. The colt shook his head. “Not even one little tiny bit?” he asked in a whiny voice and still the colt shook his head.

“It's gross looking!” he mentioned, to which Twilight just laughed.

“But you haven't even tried it. How do you know you don't like it?” she asked and the colt just rolled his eyes.

“Just look at it. It's so... gross looking... and green,” the colt commented, only to the faint laughter of my older self.

“He sounds like Rarity now,” the old man chuckled, to which my mother just nudged him. Looking back to my apparent son, my mother spoke.

“If you don't eat your greens, how will you ever grow up to be big and strong like you dad or Unlce Spike?” she asked and the colt just sighed. 'Wait... Uncle Spike? How the hay are Pinkie and Spike related?' I thought silently.

“Fine... I guess I'll try it,” he grumbled. Twilight giggled slightly as she looked to me, the older me. Something in her eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly, my older self smiling back.

The two of them leaned in for a kiss and the colt groaned. “Ewww! MOM, DAD!” He complained and my heart skipped a beat, my stomach having a twisted feeling to it as I heard those words while a shiver went up my back, a cold tingly feeling going throughout my body. 'M-m-mom?' I thought to myself. “Twilight's his... m-mom? But she's... I'm her...” I gasped out loud.

The mare beside me just rolled her eyes with a sigh. “In due time, things will become clearer to you, and you'll have a different outlook on life.”

I continued to stammer. “But if she's his mom... and my mom... that means... we, but he... I...” I started to sweat a little. My hands began to shake. The vision, or whatever it was, faded away.

“That's just one outcome. Like I said, nothing is for certain. There is no fate but what you make,” she told me and I swallowed hard.

“S-so... I could... could maybe not have a foal with my mother?” I said shakily and she didn't answer directly.

“I can't answer that for you. Your life is your own and nobody can dictate what you do,” she mentioned. “But...” she trailed off and another vision started to come into view. The temperature dropped significantly, giving me a slight chill.

Rain started pouring down and it was hard for me to see. It was dark out, probably night. “If you do not change you ways, than your final destination will come earlier than expected...” she trailed off and lightning struck in the distance, lighting up a small stone plaque in front of me.

The lightning, along with the stone, startled me. I nearly had a heart attack as my heart started to race. The thunder roared and prickled up the hair on the back of my neck. Another flash allowed me to read what was inscribed into the headstone.

'In loving memory of: Evan Burdick. 1995-2015. Dearly beloved and forever to be missed'.

I staggered back and fell on my ass, scrambling back but backing into the mare who gave me an even colder chill as I touched her. I rolled around so that I could see her. “What... what is this?!” I gasped loudly and she shrugged.

The relentless downpour continued to soak me and the mare, her mane and fur drooping down, water dripping off the both of us. “Your final resting place. The destination of all mortals,” she informed me and I scrambled to my feet. Rain straightened out my hair, along with hers as we stared at each other in silence. Water trickled off my face, dripping down my eyebrows and soaking me to the bone.

“B-but! But I die?!” I gasped in freight and she again just shrugged.

“All mortals die,” she informed me and I gritted my teeth.

“But... but I die next year?!” I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This had to be a bad dream. She didn't answer and just continued to look at me with that damn stare. “Answer me! Why do I die next year?! How do I die?!” I demanded but she didn't fully answer my question.

“I can't tell you that. All you need to know is that the future isn't certain. There are things that are never meant to be answered or understood. Your path in life is your own and nobody else's. I do not have the power, hence I cannot dictate your path.” I staggered a bit but finally found my balance.

“Why... why are you showing me this?! You're not an angel!” I boomed, my anger starting to boil.

“Anger is a common symptom when one is told they may die. Just relax and know that I am indeed an angel,” she informed me but I'd have none of it.

“What kind of angel are you?!” I roared, getting up in her face but she didn't deter in the slightest as she answered without hesitation.

“I'm the angel of death,” she replied. A flash of lightning struck nearby and as it did, the entire setting was illuminated in a blue flash of light. Her features were revealed to me once more, but unlike before, she no longer had flesh. She was just bone, though deep within her eyes sockets burned a hellish blaze of fury. She headbutted me, hard. Her strike had enough force to send my world into complete darkness.

I could hear my scream, echoing in what sounded like a tunnel. My body plummeted downwards as my painful screams continued to leave my mouth...

I heard a crack of thunder and my body jolted upright, I found myself sitting in my own bed but that didn't help the feeling that lurched in my chest. I gagged loudly as I tried to gasp for air. My entire chest felt like it was crushing inwards.

I saw my right hand try to clasp shut but my arm seemed to have a muscle spasm of some sort as my arm stiffened up. My neck twitched and flexed and it was all I could do but clench my eyes shut.

My left hand gripped my chest tightly, squeezing hard. I tried to breath but found it overly difficult.

I flopped out of bed and began to sprawl out on the ground. I heard someone's voice call out in panic. I forced my eyes open to see an English Rough Collie rush to my side. I pushed on the floor with my left hand though I felt extremely weak, only managing to bring myself to my hands and knees.

A red haze seemed to blur into the corners of my vision as my chest further tightened up. “Evan!” Lassie's voice was distorted for some reason, maybe due to my current state. I reached up and barely managed to stroke her cheek before I felt myself fade away. Glimpses of fogged, hazy flashing lights shimmered in the background.

I heard several voices in the back of my mind as I simply stared into the darkness, every now and then another flitter of foggy flashing lights. They weren't like an ambulance's, far from it. They were all different colours. Some lights even being neon pink and green... this must be what an acid trip is like...

I awoke to the feel of something in my nose. Coming to, I realized it was a breather tube. “ACK!” I snorted as I pulled the tubes out. Looking around I quickly came to figure I was in a hospital, or something there of.

There was a constant and calm beeping going off beside me, no doubt what had woken me. I went to sit up but then noticed I had a bunch of monitor needles stuck in me. “GAH!” I screamed, quickly yanking them out due to phobia.

Not even a second had passed and the monitor flat-lined, seconds later several nurses rushed in along with a doctor... it was that stallion, that grey stallion whose leg I broke. Behind them came my mother, Spike, Lassie along with all of Twilight's friends.

They all stopped and looked in shock as I sat up and went to stand. Twilight was the first to speak, and judging by how her eyes were bloodshot and teary, I'd say she was in a terrible mood. “Y-y-you... you're alright?” she stammered. I blinked rather blankly, not sure exactly why I wouldn't be.

“Uhm... yeah, why?” I asked. Lassie rolled her eyes.

“Told you so. Dude's like an unkillable machine. He's just like 'I'm back',” she assured the rest of the group but Applejack shushed her with a nudge. It was only then that I remembered that horrible... dream, and then the... thing with my chest.

“Wha... what happened?” I asked, feeling a little under the weather as I went to stand up. Nurse Redheart placed a hoof against my shoulder.

“It may be best if you sit back down, Mr. Burdick,” she told me. I was going to protest but quickly figured maybe it was for the best. Laying back down, I looked to the group. By far Twilight looked the worst. The rest just looked worried.

Lassie spoke up in a playful demeanor. “Man, it was unreal, you were like 'RAAHHHHH!' the you were like 'GNARRRGHHH!' then you were like...” she began to act out something that looked like a foal having a temper tantrum. “But then you were like 'NGGHHHHH!' then you were like...” she grabbed her chest, as though having just been shot and fell to her knees. “And you were like!...” she fell to the floor but it was at this time Applejack gave her a hard shove, almost a kick, as her fooling around was causing Twilight to get further upset.

My mother rushed to my side but seemed hesitant to get close to me. “E-Evan?” she whimpered and I smiled faintly with a nod. Very gently, and slowly, she leaned down and hugged me.

I grabbed her back and brought her in tight. She obviously needed some love because whatever she was experiencing was pretty brutal. It's like she just had a family member die...

My thoughts trailed off as every expression left my face. I looked to Redheart. “What happened to me?” I asked, now curious to the events of... however long it had been.

She spoke with a very professional tone. “Early this morning you suffered what we presumed to be a severe heart attack. When you arrived you were in a state of comatose. We suspect your heart attack may have also induced a stroke of some extent...” she trailed off and I blinked. I could hear Twilight crying faintly against my shoulder.

“So...” I trailed off, queuing her to continue but she didn't. “I take it... it's bad?” I asked, a sinking feeling in my gut already making it's appearance. With a gulp, Nurse Redheart shrugged unknowingly.

“I... we don't... exactly know. We thought... due to your condition and state... the damage was extensive,” she commented and I shrugged.

“I feel fit as a fiddle,” I said sprightly but she rushed to my side, placing a firm hoof on my shoulder as though to stop me from any sudden movement.

“Sorry but... for your own safety and health, it's best if you stay in bed. Patients usually feel energetic after a heart attack and doing anything strenuous can be fatal...” she trailed off and held a hoof to her chin in thought.

I felt my mother's wet tears soaking through my hospital gown. “I'm gonna be fine,” I assured her but she just kept crying. I lifted her chin up so I could plant a soft kiss to her lips. “Mom, trust me... I've been through worse.”

The grey stallion spoke up in an irritated voice. “Just get it from him already!” he ordered and I rose a brow, Redheart scowling irritably.

“Get what from me?!” I asked in an overly aggressive voice, the doctor taking a step back. Nurse Redheart dipped her head in a sigh before speaking.

“I... have this... this hunch... of why this happened. Why you seem to be aging. Why... everything,” she informed me and I rose a brow. I did have a curious wonder to why I was starting to wrinkle and grey at such a rapid pace.

“Okay, shoot,” I offered.

“You may be succumbing to... you have a... can I get a blood sample from you?” she asked very politely, making me feel sure that I could say no.

The stallion doctor scoffed. “Just get the sample already!” he demanded and I shot him a squinty eyed stare, making him go silent for the time at hand. Turning back to Redheart I spoke.

“Why didn't you just get it while I was out?” I asked, figuring that would be the ideal thing to do.

“We... we tried but your body...” she began to explain it to me and it was as though a memory was playing in my mind...

* * *

Third person...

Redheart stepped in to protest. “You know for a fact he hates needles!” she told the doctor sternly whom just scoffed in reply, his scoff almost a laugh.

“You suggested it,” he snapped back and Redheart's face twisted into a frown.

“I suggested what might be happening to him, not that we should take a blood sample without his consent,” she shot back and the stallion just chuckled.

“Oh, come to your senses Redheart. We have the right to test him while he's comatose. Besides, what could possibly happen?” he asked with a laugh that was almost sinister. He had been wanting to get back at this man for sometime after their last encounter.

Very slowly, he lowered the tip of the needle towards the man's wrist. A smile came across the stallion's face, a dark smile. Savoring every moment of it, nearly salivating at the mouth, the stallion began to press the needle's tip against the man's skin.

At just that moment, the man's opposite hand shot out and grabbed the stallion's wrist, twisting it violently with an audible 'CRACK!'

The stallion yelped as his hoof went limp, the needle falling to the ground as he staggered back with another mortified scream. “THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! TOSS HIM OUT!” He screamed and Nurse Redheart stood between him and the man whom was in her care.

“I told you to wait until he wakes up!” she snapped and the stallion just spat at the ground between her front hooves as he began to limp away. Stopping for a moment, he turned back to her with a glowing fury in his eyes.

“If... he ever wakes up!” he shot back before leaving the room in a fuming rage, slamming the door behind himself...

Evan's perspective...

The stallion scoffed as he held a hoof to his chest innocently. “I hardly believe I acted that sinister,” he implied, though the hoof held to his chest was the one I had undoubtedly damaged. It was currently in a cast.

“How's the wrist?” I asked snidely and he just shot me a glare before storming out of the room. “So...” I trailed off and looked to Redheart. “Natural muscle response?” I asked and she shrugged.

“I'm not sure what it was. It was almost like your body had a natural defense mechanism to protect you while you're unconscious,” she replied. I looked to the others, whom all stood in silence and in wonder.

“I feel pretty good... really good.” I looked to my mother and gave a smile. “I'll be fine,” I assured her but Redheart spoke up.

“Yes... and no.” We all looked to her. “I... if you would be so kind, I need a blood sample for further testing.” I blinked with a gulp.

“So... ah-heh-heh...” I chuckled nervously. “Ne-nee-need-needles huh?” I asked with a shudder and she nodded. “Well... what if... like, you got some blood in a dish or something?” I asked and she rose a brow.

“How exactly do you intend to retrieve blood for me to sample?” she asked. I looked around then pointed to a medical cart.

“Get me a scalpel and a dish,” I told her and she gave me a stunned look but did so anyway. Coming back with the items, I set the dish on my chest and my right hand held directly above it. Taking the scalpel, I gave my palm a light jab with the scalpel blade, but stabbed a little too hard and cut a nice one inch gash in my palm.

Fluttershy and Twilight booth peeped and covered their eyes with their wings. In shock, Dash's wings shot out and smacked Rarity in the face whom gave a disgruntled 'HUMPH!' Pinkie's mane shot up at the sight of blood, almost as though her mane had went electric and Lassie gave a 'YECH!' Spike also covered his eyes.

Applejack just groaned. “How did ah know he was gonna do somethun like that?” she mumbled to herself. I grunted slightly as I clenched my hand, blood dripping down in generous amounts for Redheart to study.

“That should be enough. Here,” Redheart offered me a gauze pad. Rather than apply it to my apparent wound, I instead used it to clean away all the excess blood, the slit in my palm quickly sealing shut.

Everypony just stood in silence and aww, Dash being the first to speak up. “WOAH! HOLY COW! DID EVERYPONY ELSE SEE THAT OR AM I GOING CRAZY?!” She shouted wildly as she rushed up. “He was just like... what?! How did you do that?! That's soooOOooo cool!” she chimed excitedly.

Redheart gulped. “I knew it...” she whispered and I looked to her.

“Knew what?” I asked but she didn't answer my question.

“I'm going to do some blood tests so I can be certain, then I'll get back to you.” With that she was off with her blood sample. I blinked and looked to the others.

“So... what's good?” I asked casually...

Third person...

The group sat outside Evan's room, the man sleeping for the time being. Twilight sat quietly, still feeling shaken up after the recent events. She kept her breathing steady and calm. Her hoof subconsciously gently rubbed circles around her belly. Pinkie Pie bounced up.

“Heyah Twilight. Are you hungry?” she asked, the question taking Twilight completely off guard as her body jolted in shock.

“Uhm... I uhh... well, come to think of it... no, not really,” she stammered in a somewhat shocked way.

“Oh, well I was just wondering. Do you have a tummy ache? Cause I saw you rubbing your tummy. If you have a tummy ache, I have some tummy ache candies. I keep them stored here for tummy ache emergencies,” she said in her usual bubbly, and accelerated voice, pulling a bag of little candies out from behind the seat.

Twilight shook her head. “N-no... no it's not that Pinkie,” she stammered, a little timid about the topic.

Pinkie gasped loudly. “Oooooh, I know what it is!” she chimed excitedly, and rather loudly, much to Twilight's further timidness. Pinkie's outburst caught the other's attention whom looked her way briefly. “You've got an itch! I have anti-itching powder for-” Twilight cut her short.

“No, Pinkie, I don't have an itch...” she said, further nervous due to everypony's attention being drawn to her. “I... I uhh... heh-heh... nervous twitch,” she chuckled but Applejack spoke up.

“Ah thought yer nervous twitch was that ear flippin' thang,” she commented and Pinkie nodded.

“Yeah!” the pink mare said inquisitively, squinting one eye and taking a good look at Twilight whom squirmed a little. “Is something wrong Twilight? You can tell us, we're your friends,” Pinkie replied. Twilight's teeth chattered a little and she quickly bit her lip.

'I-I'm pregnant,' her mouth moved but not a single syllable left vocally. The group all just looked at her. “I'm... I'm pregnant,” she whispered, so silent even Pinkie couldn't hear her.

Applejack spoke up. “Uhm, sugarcube, yer gonna have teh speak up. Yer quieter than Fluttershy,” she mentioned. Twilight swallowed hard. She wasn't so much uncomfortable saying it, as she was just nervous about the topic.

“I'm...” she took a deep breath before speaking. “I'm pregnant,” she told them. They all just stood in silence for a few moments. Lassie was the first to speak.

“Aww cool, I get to train my own little minion,” she joked and Twilight looked to her.

“You're not turning my foal into your minion,” Twilight commented but Lassie just snickered. As the information sunk in, the others were quick to give their praise to Twilight. Twilight felt comforted by her friends, enough so that she forgot for the time being about Evan's condition.

“Thanks gals. It mean the world to me,” Twilight gave her thanks before taking a deep swallow. “Just... please, don't mention it around Evan. I... I haven't told him yet,” she told them and they all gave the Pinkie Swear, putting her in further ease. Lassie was the most overjoyed of the group, believing she'd have a new friend to do her bidding.

After the brief fanfare, the group all settled back into their seats, going back to their conversations from before. Applejack however, sat Rarity aside to give her a talking to.

“Hear that Rarity?” she asked and the mare gave her friend a confused look.

“Well of course I did darling, we all did,” she mentioned and Applejack nodded.

“That's right. He's gonna be a father. So stop tryin teh mess with his head,” she commented and Rarity went to reply but Applejack cut in. “Yah darn well know what ah mean too!” she hissed quietly, as to not draw the attention of the others. “Ah know what kinda looks yah been given him! The kind that makes stallions not think with their heads!” she snapped at her friend. “Now, yer one a muh bestest friends, but so is Twilight. And we both know what yer tryin tah do is wrong,” Applejack scorned her friend but Rarity just tossed her mane to one side.

“Oh pish-posh Applejack, I see the looks you give him to. You're no different,” Rarity replied in a calm demeanor.

Applejack nearly gasped. “Ah don't give him those kinds a looks. Ah'm just amazed by how hard he's workin'. Almost figurin ah should give him a hard earned raise. He's more than deserves it,” she stated and Rarity nodded.

“Oh yes, a 'hard' earned 'raise' indeed,” she giggled but Applejack would have none of it. Just before she could snap though, a voice cut in.

“OoooOOooh, are we talking smut? Me too, me too!” chimed a bubbly voice. The two mares looked down to see Lassie laying on her belly, head supported by her two front paws. Rarity leaned over to whisper to Applejack.

“You ever find it strange that the dog can talk?” she asked and Lassie grumbled to herself.

“The dog can hear you, yah know,” she replied irritably...

Evan's perspective...

Despite having been out for hours after my apparent heart attack, I still ended up falling back to sleep again. I woke up pretty soundly, only to find out that now there were more ponies coming to see me, most of whom only stayed around for a short while before departing. Trixie stopped by, along with Derpy and Cheerilee and even Discord, the last of whom was the only one to stay, due to Fluttershy's presence here. All of them came by to make sure I was doing alright. It was nice, knowing I had friends who cared.

Redheart came around shortly after I awoke, along with a bunch of report papers. “I knew it... I just...” she muttered to herself and we all looked to her. She set the papers down and looked to me. “After that barn fire, the one at the Apple Farm... when your body was healed so rapidly I... I just didn't know what to think. To tell you the truth, I believed you had snuck into the resource room and taken a healing potion...” she replied and I chuckled, remembering that day.

“Yeah... I always tried to avoid you after that. I figured you were pretty mad so I just kinda stuck to the shadows...” I smirked. “Sorry,” I apologized but she waved a hoof.

“There's nothing to be sorry for. It was only after we did an inventory check that I wondered how else you could have possibly healed that rapidly... then it dawned upon me,” she said and we all sat in silence, like it was some big reveal plot twist near the end of a movie.

“Well... what happened?” I asked. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“You're succumbing to the side effects of accelerated regenesis,” she informed me and Discord let out a deflating sigh.

“Oh dear,” he whispered, some of us looking to him. Twilight was the first to speak up.

“What... why, what is that? Why 'oh dear'? Is it bad? It's bad isn't it?” she asked in a panic and Discord gave a 'so-so' motion with his paw.

“Well... I figured you of all ponies would know about this Twilight, being Celestia's student and all... but I suppose that was a secret best kept hidden,” he mentioned. Twilight nearly burst out in frieght.

“So what is it?! What is it doing to him?!” she panicked. She looked back to Redheart. “How come you knew about this and I didn't?! Why didn't you come tell us earlier?!” she asked, starting to break down, despite having no idea what was going on.

Discord placed a calming paw on her shoulder. “It's not... terribly bad... more of a... mixed blessing if you will,” he informed her and Redheart spoke up.

“I was going to come to ask for a blood sample so I could do tests, but I'd either get swamped with work or have my own personal agenda to attend to so I'd usually forget... and truth be told, I haven't seen him for some time and whenever I did he was usually running away and looking on the sprite of things so I started to believe perhaps he did take a healing potion without our knowledge.” Redheart sighed. “I wouldn't say I know about it, I've only read a few things. Mostly old passages of medical books from millenniums ago about old medical techniques...” she trailed off and grabbed a few scraps of paper, handing them to Twilight so she could read them.

Discord spoke up. “Yes... indeed. You see, back ages ago, unicorn soldiers would enchant themselves with a rapid regenesis spell. It could make the most fatal of wounds heal in a matter of seconds... it gave them an edge in battle,” he informed her and Twilight dropped the papers.

“He's going to die?!” she whimpered but Discord and Redheart both were quick to assure her otherwise.

“Nononono, far from it! Well... maybe not far from it,” Discord said, the last bit not exactly the best for comfort. Redheart spoke up to better put us all at ease.

“The enchantment causes a massive spike in metabolism rate. Where a normal pony's regenerative trait allows damaged skin and broken bones to be repaired at a nominal rate, wounds to an enchanted pony can heal at a bizarre speed. So fast that it's clearly visible to the naked eye... as we saw earlier with the scalpel.” She rolled the papers back up and stuffed them away.

Discord spoke up with the bad news. “Unfortunately... due to the... spiked metabolism rate, a pony enchanted with that spell underwent severe side effects. Most notably extremely rapid aging. It's also very stressful to one's heart...” he trailed off and Twilight spoke up.

“So it is killing him. He just keeps getting older!” she wept but Discord quickly cut in.

“No, no not quite. The enchantment doesn't cause a constant effect. It only occurs when the enchantment is stimulated to do so, say when you receive a wound. It is also factored by the severity of case as well. Something that would regularly be fatal taxes your body harder than say a paper cut. Otherwise it mostly lies dormant inside the pony. It also allowed the body to reduce lactic acids significantly, so the user generally never feels fatigued. They can run a mile. Their muscles build mass quicker, their blood becomes more adept at retaining fresh oxygen... essentially creating a super soldier...” he said before going silent.

There was a pause before Twilight spoke up. “So... so what does this all mean?” she asked and Discord once again spoke up.

“What it means, is if he lives a more laid back lifestyle, his body will continue to age at a normal pace. Due to his lifestyle... and numerous escapades, his body has been severely stressed by the enchantment, which may also be one of the only reasons he is still alive. Like I said... a mixed blessing,” he informed my mother whom was awestruck by all this sudden information.

This time it was Lassie whom spoke up. “So how come you two know about it, but not Twilight who's like... the smartest know-it-all of all time, didn't?” she asked with a smirk remark. Discord was the first to speak.

“Well... as you all recall, I was originally from a different era... an era in which this enchantment spell was still written into the history and science books, along with some spell books. Over the years it was phased out... I suppose the drawbacks outweighed the pros... it was more of a combat enchantment anyway. I suppose Celestia doesn't want us remembering Equestria's... darker times.”

Redheart spoke afterwards. “Like I said, I didn't think much about it until afterwards. I only vaguely remembered reading brief passages about when I was doing medical research.”

I spoke what was undoubtedly on most of our minds. “So... how much time do I have left?” I asked and Redheart shrugged.

“If you lived a casual lifestyle, probably another... say two decades,” she replied.

“Is that including working labor at the Apple Farm?” I asked and Applejack was quick to cut in.

“Yah know yah don't have tah. In fact, ah won't let yah!” she mentioned and I sighed depressingly. I could handle the laid back lifestyle, but I'm not sure what I'd do if I wasn't able to do some form of work.

“Actually...” Redheart cut in. “As long as he isn't putting his body through extreme stresses, he should be able to work for you. I hear it's not easy work, but I can't imagine it would cause further acceleration to his body's aging process,” she informed us.

“And if not?” I asked and everything went silent. Redheart didn't rightly know the answer to that, I could tell due to her facial expression. Discord was the one to answer, and his answer wasn't all that comforting.

“Well... judging by how rapidly the aging has progressed this far... and the recent heart attack... well, it's hard to say but...” I could tell he didn't want to further upset Twilight. I'd have to buy him a drink for that later.

“A year at best...” I said, raising my hand so I could look at the wrinkled backside. Discord nodded.

“Yeah...” he said, rather quietly. Twilight quickly opted for a solution.

“Well, Discord, since you know so much about it, and being the Lord of Chaos, can't you reverse the enchantment?” she suggested but he shook his head.

“No... the spell that enchanted the pony was permanent, made so thorough that nothing could reverse it. I'm sorry but-” I cut him short.

“It won't make a difference... I'm aged now. Reversing the spell wouldn't turn me young again. And it's not like taking it away is going to make me live any longer...” I said, much to the dismay of Twilight. I took her hoof in my hand and smiled. “The only thing this changes... is that we're going to be spending a bit more time on the balcony sipping juice and relaxing in the meadows on sunny days,” I said, Twilight's face brightening up.

“R-really? You mean...” she trailed off, not really needing me to word everything out.

“Yeah, that's right,” I said back and we embraced in a brief and passionate kiss. Applejack herded the others out of the room.

“Come on, we should give them some room,” she said, closing the door behind them as they all left. I remembered the vision I had with Death. How I could die in the year 2015. What Discord said about my life expectancy if I continued my lifestyle... well, I wasn't going to let it come to that. My life path would be my own. My future... was going to be different...

Elsewhere,

Third person...

The stallion unbuckled his war harness, dropping his sniper rifle to the ground. He was sweating a little, mostly out of nervousness, but also due to the physical training he had underwent. He looked back over his shoulder to where three of his other comrades continued to train. Two were hulking masses of muscle whom operated the heavy ordinance, while the third was a slim, slender looking figure who was dressed in a full body black suit that had been custom crafted by the user for optimal performance.

“Friggin ninja...” he muttered to himself as he looked to the black suited figure who hopped around the other two with ease, almost as though she was dancing around them. Turning his attention back to his task at hand he trotted aboard the cargo ship that had sat dormant for most of his time as a soldier for Kianna.

Walking up to the cockpit door, he knocked, getting a quick and sharp reply. “I'm busy,” the female voice inside snapped. Instead of obeying, the stallion stepped inside. Kianna looked over her shoulder as she sat in the pilot seat. “You don't fucking listen do you?” she snapped, making the stallion flinch.

The stallion closed the door behind himself, locking it as quietly as he could. Despite his discrete attempt the clicking lock still caught Kianna's ears. He hand rested on the grip of her Smith and Wesson revolver as she rose a brow.

The stallion spoke up. “So... uhm... anything uhh...” he tried to make conversation but was too nervous and shaky to do so. He scorned himself inwardly, having practiced for days what he was going to tell her.

“We got a new contract,” she said picking up some papers from a stack beside her. The stallion looked to the stack. Most were completed military contracts from places like Zebrafrica, Griffonstone and The Badlands down south.

“Uhm... any good?” he asked timidly and the woman shrugged as she tossed the papers aside.

“Dunno yet. I only looked it over. Security detail for a queen or something.” She looked up over her shoulder. “So do you need something or are you just in here to waste my time?” she asked aggressively and he gulped.

“I uhh... well, that is to say... I kinda want-wanted to... uhm... how have you been?” he asked stammeringly and the woman groaned.

“Get the fuck outta here. I have work to do,” she ordered him but he stood his ground. With a deep inhale he blundered out what he had to say.

“ILOVEYOU!” he gasped and the woman froze for a moment, trying to understand what he just said, since it was just a bluster of words. Leaning out the side of her seat she looked to him with a risen brow.

“You what?” she asked and he bit his lip so hard he nearly drew blood.

“Well... heh-heh... I guess what I meant to say was... uhm... uhh, what was the question?” he asked nervously, wishing at this point he could just shrivel up into a microscopic creature so that she couldn't stare at him with that petrifying glare.

She stood up with a terrifying glare and he gulped, his knees beginning to buckle and threatening to give out. “What-did-you-just-say?” she asked in a tone that made it sound as though if he answered wrong, she was going to end his life.

“WellIjustwantedtosaythatIthink-” she smacked him hard. He gasped and she continued to glare at him.

“Say it so I can understand what you're saying,” she ordered and he nodded feverishly.

“I-I-I... y-y-y-you're the most beautiful... uhm, wonderful... I love you so much I want to spend the rest of my days with you...” he cringed and she cocked back her fist and slammed it forwards, though it hit the wall just beside his head.

“Grrr... what was that?!” she asked violently and he cringed but she grabbed him, heaving his body up to his hindlegs so they were eye level with each other. “Wanna run that by me again?!” she yelled in his face. Though unknowing to him, her left hand began to stroke up and down his side.

“I just... I love you. I've loved you since the day I met you. That rainy night when I saw you blow away that pony for no reason... I just... I wanted to be with you for the rest of my days. I think... I think you're beautiful-” she punched again, though slightly further from his head.

“What else?!” she boomed, her left hand stroking down the outside of his hindleg.

“You're the best commander I've ever known, better than even Shinning Armor!” he stammered out. Her hand didn't punch but rather she just placed it beside his head.

“Anything else you'd like to add to that?” she asked.

“You care for your squad. You raise us like your own. Love us like family... give us weapons and gear. Teach us techniques... like a true military commander,” he said. She rested her right hand down onto his shoulder, left hand trailing up his leg without his knowledge as he was still petrified beyond belief.

“Go on,” she said in a calm demeanor.

“Every time I'm around you, my heart flutters... I just can't... I love you. You drive me crazy,” he whispered.

“Mmm... I can tell,” she said, stroking her left hand up his rock hard length which before that time he never knew was erect.

“UGHNGHH!” he gasped and she smiled.

“So... do you really love me?” she asked and he nodded feverishly. “You better, cause you just stole my heart... and if you break it, I'll rip yours right outta your chest,” she threatened.

“Then I have nothing to worry about,” he replied back, leaning in for a gentle kiss but she stopped him.

“Ah-ah-ahh. We're gonna do things my way,” she told him and he nodded.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,” he said back but before he could do much else, his head was knocked back into the cockpit wall as she thrust her mouth upon his in a fiery kiss. The fire burning inside of the duo was nearly enough to consume them both.

Kianna moaned into the stallion's mouth, as he did the same to her. His hooves began to trail down her body, slowly reaching the bottom of her overly tight, overly revealing, tank top and pulling it up over her head in one single motion.

Her large breasts were still concealed behind a bra but that quickly came off as well. The most wonderful set of breasts the stallion had ever gazed his eyes upon bounced in front of him. Kianna thrust back against him, quickly unbuckling his combat gear and throwing it to the side. In less than a minute they were nude, slowly sliding down the wall of the cockpit and laying across the floor in a fiery heap of lust.

Turing her body around, she positioned herself in a 69 position with him and finally got a good look at his package, as he did with her. 'Sweet deal' they both thought.

The stallion looked in awe at the tight little pussy presented before him. It was so different than any mare's he had seen before.

Meanwhile Kianna was quick to work on the largest cock she had ever sucked on. The texture was unlike that of a human's and the head was shaped differently as well, but the most notable thing was the medial ring. She shivered at the though of it sliding in and out of her tight little hole.

Quickly noticing that her lover was stuck in awe, she shoved her ass into his face. He quickly got the message and went to work, not bothering to tease her and simply went in for the kill. His tongue drove deep into her cunt, making Kianna squeal wildly. His tongue was thicker than she had imagined. His tongue texture was also slightly different that a human's. It was a bit coarser, enough so that it created a pleasurable friction against her inner walls as he ate her out. His tongue constantly rubbed back and forth against her most sensitive spot.

She couldn't help herself but continue screaming wildly as his tongue explored every part of her depths. 'If fucking him is anywhere close to this, I won't be able to stop cumming,' Kianna thought to herself.

Her hips began to rock back and forth against his face as she quickly went about sucking him off. His cock was a little longer than her mouth alone could deal with, so rather she began bobbing her head up and down the top of his shaft, while stroking beneath his medial ring with her hand.

The stallion moaned into her love hole, driving Kianna into an orgasm. Her love juices leaked out and into his mouth, some seeping past his lips and staining the fur on his muzzle. Kianna moaned wildly, her tongue doing circles around his cock that was buried deep into her throat.

With a satisfied moan she pulled her mouth off his cock, giving the tip a gentle little kiss that made precum spurt out in a generous amount. The stallion beneath her began to twitch and fidget, obviously on the verge of an orgasm. “Hmm, well-well-well, what have we here?” she asked, turning her body around so that she was lined up with his length. She pressed her lips to his, tasting her juices as he tasted his own cock.

Lowering herself, she felt the heated sensation of his thick tip start to spread apart her pussy lips. She whipped her head back, a thick strand of saliva and pussy juice mix connecting their lips.

Letting gravity do the work, she let her body imaple itself upon the stallion's generous length. She let out a howling moan as yet another powerful orgasm washed over her. The stallion went to thrust and she could feel his length thickening, ready to cum. But she wanted more than just penetration. She wanted a wild, messy, cum filled fucking.

With great force she held his body still, yet even so her inner muscles began massaging his length to great effect. A tingly sensation began to plague his entire length and his head flared out. The increased girth of his rod further ramped up the mind boggling orgasm Kianna was enduring.

With a powerful throb, a nearly boiling hot jet of cum burst from the stallion's cock, filling her womb to the brim and within a second it began seeping out her already stuffed cunt. A second equally powerful throb further filled her, almost enough to start stretching her.

She pulled herself off his length with an audible plop. Cum poured out of her stretched cunt like a waterfall, dripping down into his lap as he jetted out another blast of his essence, this one plastering itself across her breasts. A fourth and fifth blast smeared cum across her face and belly respectively.

As her stretched cunt drained out, Kianna took no time in impaling herself again, sustaining yet another mind numbing orgasm that made stars flash across her vision from just the penetration alone.

She felt his cock bottoming out inside of her, the medial ring rubbing against her clit and further stimulating the tidal pleasure of her orgasm. She began to wonder if she'd even be able to dominate her squad mate like she originally planned.

With whatever willpower she had left, she began to rock her hips against his, barely able to lift herself a few inches to ride him cowgirl style. The stallion's hooves reached her side, guiding her motions while thrusting his hips into hers.

The size of his cock, along with his medial ring constantly rubbing against her fun button and G-spot kept her in a world of bliss.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drooling just ever so slightly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Within minutes she was lost into a world beyond anything she had ever experienced, the only thing she felt was the sensational feeling of having herself absolutely stuffed with his gargantuan dick.

The stallion himself grunted and huffed, her tight little cooch having been the tightest hole he'd ever fucked. Generally he prized himself for having a lasting endurance in the proverbial bedroom but she had already made him cum once in record time and he was bridging onto a second cumming already despite having just came only minutes before.

Biting his lip, he let out a snort as his cock began to swell and thicken once more. The head of his shaft flared out as he continued thrusting into the woman, his swollen member causing a bulge in her belly and he could literally see how deeply he was penetrating her, driving him even wilder. The woman felt his flared head spread her insides even wider as he continued thrusting into her.

The tingly sensation from before returned yet again but with a more mind fazing sensation that left him completely helpless to do anything but hilt himself inside of her. He drove himself in hard, but bottomed out against her cervix. He jutted slightly then thrusted again, his cock head stretching apart her cervix and fitting the flared head of his cock into her womb.

Kianna gasped in a split of pain and pleasure as just a split second later she felt herself get filled for a second time but unlike before his erection wasn't removed as he began to fill her.

Luckily his second cumming was no where near as potent as the first, but even so she found that he began to slightly stretch and bulge her stomach as he overfilled her womb. Finally spent, he withdrew himself, the duo gasping in one final pleasure of sex before both collapsing, Kianna falling off the stallion as the latter simply went limp.

After several minutes, Kianna huffed, satisfied with her lover's performance. “We'll have... to do... that again... sometime...” she panted but didn't get a reply and noticed he was passed out cold. Snuggling up tight to him she quickly joined in the well deserved nap.

Outside the other squad members continued their hoof to hoof combat, being trained by the ninja clad figure. One of the stallions threw a powerful strike but his opponent swiftly evaded it before grabbing his arm then pivoting on her heels in a complete circle. Her motion twisted his arm and caused his much larger mass to flip and slam into the ground.

“Ugh... why do I let you talk us into this?” he grumbled. The ninja stepped back and readied herself as she felt the presence of the other charging her from behind. Ducking her head, she dodged the second attacker's blow, grabbing his assaulting foreleg and pulling it over her shoulder.

Shifting her body and twirling, she offset the second stallion's weight and threw off his balance before hurling his body over her own and sending it airborne for a brief moment. He slammed into the second and both wheezed in pain.

“Ugh... this is ridiculous,” grumbled the second and the faint giggling of the ninja caught their ears.

“You guys had enough?” she teased and the first stallion scoffed.

“We had enough before we even started. How do you even talk us into this?” he asked and she again giggled before pulling back the mask on her suit, revealing her stripped fur pattern.

She was black and white, like all zebras. Unlike most however, he eyes were pure white, which were quickly covered by a pair of circular, pure black glasses. “Because you guys love me,” she said with a gleeful smile before looking to the cargo plane. “How long you figure he's been in there?” she asked and the second answered through a grunt.

“About twenty minutes,” he replied, the zebra ninja just laughing as she grabbed her walking stick.

“He's dead,” she said as she began walking away, letting the stick lead her way. The first stallion groaned as he fell back, only then realizing his squad mate had landed on him in a most particular pose, leaving them in a 69.

“Why does she always do that?!...”

Evan's perspective...

The warm summer air felt nice. I was nicely relaxed on the balcony, resting in a reclining lawn chair and sipping juice. August is a nice month. It not too hot but still warm enough to fully relax and bathe in the sun's warmth.

Twilight lay beside me, equally relaxed and savoring the sun's warmth. Lassie lay by my side, the sound of her schlucking tongue making itself known every so often. It had been a few days since my heart attack, and not to mention my vow to Twilight to 'retire' in a matter of speaking.

There was a knock at the door. “Your turn...” I said to Twilight who just hummed to herself.

“Mmm... nope, I got the last one.”

Lassie spoke up. “Don't even think about asking me man, I don't have thumbs,” she snickered and I just sighed as a second knocking at the door occured.

“I'll be down in a minute...” I sighed, not wanting to leave my recliner chair... oh how the times have changed and the great have fallen.

“You sure... cause I vaguely remember answering the last time,” I chuckled and Twilight just shook her head.

“Nope,” she giggled, looking over to me with a wink. I just laughed playfully as I stood up and stretched.

“Alright, I'll answer the door,” I chuckled. Walking down the stairs, yet another set of knocks answered. “Ah'm comin', ah'm comin... don't worry,” I said, in no particular hurry. Currently, I wasn't wearing any footwear whatsoever and had a mere tank top and shorts on.

The knocking echoed again as I neared the door. “Almost there, don't panic,” I said cheerfully. With a bright smile I opened the door to greet whomever it was, only to gasp as I found myself on the business end of an M16A2 with an M203 grenade launcher...

Author's Notes:

Bu-dum-tssh. Anyway, there you have it. The reason behind Evan's healing factor.
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